Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.